Daddy's Little Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Melissa’s POVRunning used to feel simple.Left foot, right foot, breathe and survive.Now every step felt like it was echoing through layers of reality that I could almost hear but not quite understand.The ruins stretched endlessly around us, broken stone towers leaning like tired giants, black glass ground crunching under our boots. The rain had slowed to a mist, but the air felt heavier, like the world itself was holding its breath.Behind us, I could still feel it.Not hear, not see but feel.The new failsafe.It was not like Elias.Elias had felt… sad. Burdened. Like a man carrying a duty he never asked for.This one felt clean sharp and efficient like a blade that had never known hesitation.“Still coming?” Jamal asked between breaths.“Yes,” I said.Zara cursed under her breath “I hate when you say yes that fast.”We cut through what used to be a city square. The remains of statues lay scattered across the ground. Faces worn smooth by time and damage. Bodies snapped at the wai

Melissa’s POVFalling does not feel like falling. It feels like being unhooked.Like something that anchored you to gravity simply decided you were no longer eligible. The street disappeared beneath us in sheets of tearing light. Layers of buildings, dust, sky and everything peeled apart like stacked transparencies sliding out of alignment. Jamal’s hand was locked around mine. Zara’s fingers caught my jacket just before we dropped into complete darkness.There was no wind. No rush of air. Just pressure.And then…. Impact.The darkness snapped into a different kind of wrong. We were no longer falling. We were suspended. Shapes formed around us, we could make out faint outlines of walls, a ceiling, distant lights flickering in uneven pulses. We landed hard on cold concrete. Air slammed into my lungs all at once.Jamal rolled immediately, pulling me up with him. Zara came up beside us, weapon raised on instinct.We were inside something. Not the transit station and not the street.It w

Jamal’s POVThe filaments reacted instantly, flaring brighter as if recognizing her presence. Pain flickered across her face. I moved closer but did not touch her.“Tell me what to do,” I said beside her. “Mirror me,” she whispered.The nearest seam hummed violently, pulling toward her like magnetized light. She shifted her stance slightly. The filament’s frequency changed.It wasn’t attacking her. It was syncing and it was right then the realization hit me.“You are not fighting it,” I said, confusion racing through my mind. “No,” she breathed. “I am aligning with it.”The tower shuddered.Zara braced herself against a metal vent. “Five minutes!”I stepped into the space beside Melissa, placing my hands in the air where the distortion felt thickest. The pressure hit instantly, like static crawling under my skin. I forced myself not to pull away.“Focus on one frequency,” she said. “Do not try to control all of them.”I locked onto the nearest pulse. It was rhythmical, erratic and p

Melissa’s POVThe silence after the tower stabilized felt unnatural, not peaceful and not safe....just waiting.I stayed on my knees longer than I should have, palms pressed against the cracked concrete, trying to ground myself in something solid and real. The filaments had faded into dormant threads of pale light spiraling lazily around the tower’s core, but I could still feel their echo inside my nerves.Like static that refused to fade.Jamal crouched beside me, one hand firm on my shoulder. He did not rush me. He never did. But I could feel the tension in him, coiled tight, ready to move the second something went wrong again.“Talk to me,” he said quietly.I swallowed, forcing my vision to steady. “It is learning faster now.”Behind us, Zara exhaled slowly. “Define faster, because I am really hoping you do not mean terrifyingly faster.”“I mean exponentially,” I said.The word hung in the air between us.The skyline around the tower had mostly corrected itself. Buildings still lea

Melissa’s POVImpact never came.At least, not the way it was supposed to and the moment I chose, the world did not shatter. It did not rewind. It did not collapse into darkness or light.It split and for one endless second, I existed in two places at once.In one, metal screamed inward. Glass burst across my skin and the child in my arms cried out as the force of the crash crushed the front of the car into nothing.In the other, time bent sideways. The car never reached the point of impact. The truck that should have hit us stalled half a second earlier, tires locking, metal missing metal by inches instead of centimeters.Both realities existed and both were real.Both were dying to decide which one deserved to continue.My lungs burned as I held the child tighter. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Fast. Terrified. Alive.“Mama,” she sobbed into my shoulder.The word shattered through me again, not because it felt wrong but because it felt terrifyingly right.“I have you,”